"Ye Lang privately activated the Sect-Protection Formation and caused the devil to invade. Hundreds of disciples of our sect suffered heavy casualties. Sect Master, please punish them severely!"
"This child is so naughty that it's really hard for him to take on a great responsibility. The Sect Master should abolish his position as the chief disciple and then put him in the Devil Repressed Prison. He should be sentenced to death!"
"Sect Master, please give up the position of Chief Disciple of Ye Lang!"
"I beg the sect master, Ming Zheng, to abolish Ye Lang's position and put him in the Devil Repressed Prison!"
There was no empty seat in the main hall of the Sky-sealing Sect. The elders sat on it one by one with severe expressions.
Ye Lang's eyes were dull as he sat in the hall. As the sound in his ears grew louder and louder, his consciousness finally became clear.
Time-travel...
He had actually time-traveled!
Other people would be hit by their golden fingers when they time-traveled. At the very least, a genius would be forced to break off the engagement and come back to slap his face.
"How could it become such a dramatic plot in my place?"
He was so stubborn that he opened the sect-protecting formation without permission, causing the Other Realm Skyscraping Devils to invade. Hundreds of formation-controlling disciples were killed or injured, and the Sky Sect was filled with anger and resentment.
Ye Lang really wanted to point at the heavens and curse them. He had traveled through time to become the personal disciple of the sect master and even held the position of Chief.
In the end, he had to take the blame before he even had a good day?
"Master... I... I don't agree to punish Eldest Senior Brother..."
Just as all the disciples were watching the show, a young man timidly spoke.
He looked around and found that none of his Senior Brothers and Sisters, who had a good relationship with Eldest Brother, spoke. He couldn't help being angry.
"Master, Eldest Senior Brother is your pro-disciple. If he is crippled, who can bear such a great responsibility?"
As Ye Lang's youngest Junior Brother, Ye Zhi could not bear to see Eldest Senior Brother end up like this.
The master of the Sky-sealing Sect, Ye Ruhai, looked at Ye Lang, whose cultivation had been destroyed, and his heart ached.
As his pro-disciple, Ye Lang's talent could be said to be outstanding, but his character was too bad.
The sect master couldn't bear it, but as the sect master, how could he abandon his authority for private reasons?
"Ye Lang has made a big mistake and should be punished. He should immediately remove the position of chief disciple and be thrown into the Devil Repressed Dungeon. He should be punished!"
With Ye Ruhai's decree, Ye Lang's tragic fate was decided.
The cultivation world had always respected strength!
Being thrown into the Devil Repressed Dungeon and having his cultivation crippled almost meant death!
As its name implied, the Devil Repressed Dungeon was the place where the Sky-sealing Sect suppressed all the devils.
Over the past ten thousand years, countless fiends and fiendish cultivators had been imprisoned here, while Ye Lang was a disciple of the Sky-sealing Sect who had been imprisoned at the head of the group.
Looking at the boundless dark forbidden area in front of him, Ye Lang couldn't help shivering.
As the escorted disciple moved his fingers to cast a spell to open the restriction formation, a gust of quiet wind blew slowly, which made people shudder.
"Eldest Senior Brother, please!" The escorted disciple made a gesture of invitation to Ye Lang.
The disciples on the side all shook their heads and sighed.
"Alas, what a pity!"
"That's right. Eldest Senior Brother is talented and is the number one person in our sect in a hundred years! Now that he's ended up like this, I'm afraid he'll die in the demon-suppressing prison!"
"I've heard that there are countless devil cultivators who passed away in the Devil Repressed Prison. There are even remnants of devil's resentments that turn into evil spirits. Once someone enters it, he will be swallowed up by evil spirits and die miserably!"
Rumors about the demon-suppressing prison were beyond words. Without exception, no one could come out alive.
Seeing the disciples gossiping, Elder of Discipline snorted and said, "You need him to be a guard. Don't repeat your mistakes!"
"Yes, Elder!" The escorted disciples didn't dare to be arrogant. They all cupped their hands and bowed.
What a joke! Even if they were brave enough, they wouldn't dare to make trouble for Ye Lang!
Ye Lang was unwilling to accept the Elder of Discipline's advice to his disciples.
"Did I time-travel here just to add a trace of my soul to the demon-suppressing prison?"
Just when he was in despair, he suddenly heard a "ding" sound in his mind.
"Congratulations on activating the call card system and sealing the Sky Sect's demon-suppressing prison. May I ask if you have a call card?"
The Golden Finger might be late, but it would never be absent!
Ye Lang was ecstatic. Although he didn't know what benefits this so-called card call system could bring, he had finally taken the first step in his life.
He couldn't help but feel nervous. "Call the card!"
"Congratulations on your success in your card in the Devil Repressing Prison. You'll be rewarded with the Chaos Taoist Figure!"
At the end of the system prompt, a majestic energy fell from the sky and wrapped around Ye Lang.
His body, which had lost its cultivation, was like a dried-up land, greedily sucking in energy.
After a while, Ye Lang opened his eyes again. Feeling the endless vitality in his body, he was stunned!
